, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven Blaze the hot trizack [Method] Shine like heaven Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red
dummy threw my jeans in the closet (closet) When I know you're the only one that wash it(wash it) So you found a piece of paper saying Tasha (Tasha)
and never tell no one You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live
, get caught, and strive for it I strive for it That's why I sixteen years and a positive Try to let go of my negative Only got one life to live It's
) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot more than that) Yea, what the fuck is the problem? The Porsche is red
path I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus And you couldn't live this life and play
(SL) I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus (SP) And you couldn't live this life and play
the allure of this year's Scream Tour has been cuttin' all them Jawns that be hurtin' the game. I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows, Shirtless
the ceiling, let's talk with guns Convo' til' the police come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red
you broke aint a thrill Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear I wanna sit still, but I'm busy tryna live Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed
I love you, I mean I place no one above you You know what I'm saying Anything you want you just come to daddy, listen When I discovered you, I discovered a piece
) As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt
muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through the streets of death Piece
feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back Pack four pieces like
melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clot No compromise, no sight through others' eyes, they're just flies spreading pieces of shit You gotta emigrate, stop living
cans cause nobody ever cared Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets When we talking business, talking on the phone cease Feds listening to conversations through my own star piecing
you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece
for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim Strictly about makin' that bread pop blocks red hot (Y'know) From feds and cops, lookin' for rock bottles with red
